She wore lemon to colour in the cold, grey nightShe had heaven and she held on so tight

A man makes a picture, a moving pictureThrough light projected he can see himself up closeA man captures colour, a man likes to stareHe turns his money into light to look for her

And I feel like I’m drifting, drifting, drifting from the shoreAnd I feel like I’m swimming out to her

Midnight is where the day beginsMidnight is where the day beginsMidnight is where the day begins

Lemon, see through in the sunlightA man builds a city with banks and cathedralsA man melts the sands so he can see the world outsideYou’re gonna meet her thereA man makes a carShe’s your destinationAnd builds a road to run them onYou gotta get to herA man dreams of leavingShe’s imaginationBut he always stays behind

And these are the days when our work has come asunderAnd these are the days when we look for something other

Midnight is where the day beginsMidnight is where the day beginsMidnight is where the day beginsMidnight is where the day beginsMidnight is where the day beginsMidnight is where the day beginsMidnight is where the day beginsMidnight is where the day begins

A man makes a picture, a moving pictureThrough light projected he can see himself up closeYou’re gonna meet her thereA man captures colourShe’s your destinationA man likes to stareThere’s no sleeping thereHe turns his money into light to look for herShe’s imaginationLemonShe is the dreamer, she’s imaginationShe had heavenThrough the light projected he can see himself up closeShe wore lemon